Three Days to Die

Summary

With the doctor’s pitying gaze on me, I swallowed the pill.

My death was now scheduled for three days’ time.

Terminal cancer. My one and only chance at life-saving chemotherapy had been bought out from under me by my husband, Marcus. He’d given it to my adopted sister, Claudia, who only had an early-stage diagnosis.

So I abandoned the doctor's desperate treatment plan and took the powerful analgesic instead. It would block all pain, granting me three days of blissful ignorance. The price was total organ failure.

In these last three days, I gave up everything.